The Paradox of Control and Freedom

A friend of mine used to be a Dom. Back when she lived in LA, she used to tie up wealthy men, strip them, whip them, and make them do whatever she wanted.Get in the room! Take your pants off! She was paid really well to rip them of their dignity, and the big bucks came in during rare occasions in which she was requested to “kidnap” wealthy men, tie them up and throw them into a car, and then drop them off in a desert. She and her team would then punish them, and then release them back into reality.. most often a world in which they ran a department or an organization.But why would they enjoy that? I asked.

Tribute to my best friend

Deep depression causes a form of blindness.. blindness to your worth, how much you’re loved, and all the great possibilities yet to be explored.

Sometimes, fresh air, sunshine, and a phone call can go a long way.. how I wish you had called me, friend.

How things have changed in 6 years!


I picked up an old journal that I kept while studying + working abroad in London. Wow, looking back on a day for the first time in six years is such a treat. Here’s my journal entry from 4/7/09, which was exactly 6 years ago:

The Birds Have Vanished into the Sky

The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.

We sit together, the mountain and I,
Until only the mountain remains.

-Li Po

How Dare I Evaluate Another Person

I booed a performer recently.

Sophie, who was sitting next to me, initiated the booing, and I chimed in. Soon, more and more people started booing, and the singer had to leave the stage. The interesting thing is that she wasn’t at all bad. The problem was that she wasn’t impressive.

The Things I Need

The things I need
The things I want
The things I have
The things I hoard
The things I forget
The things I cherish
The things I try
The things I achieve
The things I hide
The things I forgive


As I get drunk off of just the aroma of this red wine,
I indulge in the fantasy of having you in my arms.

I normally walk hurriedly as I’m being stalked by time,
But then comes a respite that comes with my daydreams.

Jennifer Prufer

Madrid at Night (Photography)

Madrid becomes a far more interesting city at night.

One cool autumn night in 2011, I stepped out of my apartment to get some air, and somehow ended up walking around the city for an hour. The pictures aren’t bad considering I didn´t have a tripod, and used a point and shoot camera. Hope you enjoy the night photography! Evening photographs to come soon.

Reina Sofia Museum Madrid
The Reina Sofia Museum at night

Why Travel

Image from plane

Traveling helps me stay creative.

My mind becomes stagnant if my body is stagnant. After traveling, you notice that everything around you are manifestations of systems and products and culture created by others, e.g., the width of sidewalks, number of standard meals a day and their portions, tipping and pricing, decency, courtesy, and beauty. The ability to recognize the status quo and the potential keeps me creative.

How I Became Fluent in Spanish in Six Months

Within six months of living in Albacete, Spain, I began to speak Spanish fluently. I did not take Spanish classes during that period. The people I met right after my move to Spain were blown away by my level of Spanish after three months, during which I experienced a sort of language explosion (parents should be familiar with this phenomenon). I should admit, however, that I did not start exactly from zero.

My Jamaica Trip: Day 5

Day 5 June 11th 2013 Ocho Rios Montego Bay Miami New York

I jumped out of bed spontaneously. How did I not hear the alarm that should’ve went off twice? How did I wake myself up? We only had had two hours of sleep after returning to the hotel drunk, but managed to get ready within 10 minutes to catch the cab to go to Montego Bay Airport.

There were only a handful of cars that we saw on the road before getting to Montego Bay. The sun was slowly creeping up, and Onyxcia was fast asleep in the back of the cab. The serenity was a perfect backdrop to the conversation I had with Jason, our cab driver.

My Jamaica Trip: Day 4

Day 4 June 11th 2013- Runaway Bay Discovery Bay Margaritaville It was our last full day in Jamaica. Tiffany and I wanted to head back to Kingston since we missed the Bob Marley museum and the main parts of the Devon House. However, we found out that the taxi would cost us $100 a person. How about we go to Nine Mile, Bob Marley’s hometown, instead? The cab ride there was expensive as well (view my post about how taxis in Jamaica work), so we decided to explore Runaway Bay.